Dodger, noun: a person who artfully sidesteps consequences, taxes, truth, or traffic wardens. The word has sprinted far from its humble 18th-century London origins—when it merely described fleet-footed pickpockets on the Strand—and is now doing a full Usain-Bolt victory lap around the planet. From the boardrooms of Zug to the yacht marinas of Limassol, dodging…
Tax Season: The World’s Least-Wanted World Cup By Our Globally Jet-Lagged Correspondent Every spring—autumn if you’re unlucky enough to live below the equator—humanity divides itself into two camps: those who file tax returns and those who pretend their Wi-Fi died three weeks ago. From the fjords of Norway to the fluorescent cubicles of Manila’s BPO…
Wirtz: The Name That Escaped the Swiss Vault and Won’t Go Home By the time you finish this sentence, “Wirtz” will have ping-ponged through a dozen time zones, been autocorrected into “Warts” on a Filipino group-chat, and landed—briefly—in the spam folder of a Brazilian commodities trader who only skimmed the subject line “RE: Wirtz exposure.”…
Chelsea Charges: When London’s Gilded Bubble Pops Loud Enough for the Whole Planet to Hear By Dave’s Locker International Desk PARIS—If you listen carefully above the Seine’s indifferent gurgle and the distant honking of another pension-reform protest, you can just make out the muffled thud of yet another Chelsea townhouse closing its velvet-curtained doors on…
Bermuda: The Atlantic’s Hand-Painted Mirage of Money, Moss, and Mild Existential Panic By Dave’s Locker International Desk Somewhere between the jet-stream and the 401(k) statements of hedge-fund divorcees floats Bermuda, a 21-square-mile pastel hallucination that insists—politely, in a crisp accent—on being taken seriously. To global capital, it’s a PO Box with a navy blazer; to…
